Because of Wu Ting's insistence, Zeng Xianjiu finally couldn't persuade his wife and let Su Yuhe check him.
As soon as Su Yuhe felt the pulse, her heart started beating fast. This... this was a sign of exhaustion.
Su Yuhe stiffly withdrew her hand. When she spoke, her throat seemed to be filled with something, and she squeezed out the words syllable by syllable: "Teacher... do you know?"
Zeng Xianjiu laughed: "What are you doing? Everyone has this day."
This is not the first time Su Yuhe has faced death since her rebirth, but Zeng Xianjiu is almost like a family member to her, and she really finds it hard to accept.
Wu Ting walked over and patted Su Yuhe on the shoulder.
Su Yuhe put her hand on Wu Ting's and said, "Master's Wife, you know this too?"
Wu Ting nodded. "We're all doctors, there's nothing to hide. Your teacher counseled me a few days ago. I'm much better now."
Su Yuhe gave Zeng Xianjiu an acupuncture injection: "This can relieve the pain."
Zeng Xianjiu laughed happily: "Oh... I didn't expect... that at this time... I can still enjoy Xiao Su's acupuncture."
Even though there were only a few days left, Su Yuhe still gave him the injection.
Zeng Xianjiu was diagnosed with cancer. In his final days, he became extremely thin and suffered from unbearable pain in his internal organs.
Acupuncture can make people less painful.
Zeng Xianjiu: "Hehe, after a session of pricking, I feel a lot more relaxed. Has it been a while since we, teacher and student, had a good chat?"
Su Yuhe nodded: "Teacher, what do you want to talk about?"
Zeng Xianjiu grumbled, "I can't see you becoming a chief resident physician. I can't see your future, but I know you'll achieve great things."
Su Yuhe's nose felt sore again: "I also hope to show you good results."
"I met with the dean a while ago, and he said your partner wants to open a clinic for you?" Zeng Xianjiu paused. "Your partner is indeed amazing. I have only one request for you."
"Teacher, please tell me."
Zeng Xianjiu: "Teacher's only request is that you don't waste your precious medical talent. I know your family is wealthy and you don't have to worry about making a living.
If one day you can’t stand the hard work in the hospital anymore and leave, then open a clinic and continue practicing medicine.”
Su Yuhe nodded: "I know. Don't worry, as long as I can still move, I will continue to practice medicine."
Zeng Xianjiu and Su Yuhe chatted for a long time that day and seemed in good spirits.
But Wu Ting couldn't bear to watch it, so she found an excuse to go out.
She knew that this was her last burst of energy, but she just wanted to give more guidance to Su Yuhe, a recent graduate.
Two hours later, Zeng Xianjiu finally showed signs of fatigue, and Su Yuhe reluctantly said goodbye.
I had a feeling this was the last time we met.
The next day, I heard that Zeng Xianjiu's son had returned. For several consecutive days, I saw many people coming to visit Zeng Xianjiu.
Su Yuhe actually wanted to go visit him, but Zeng Xianjiu had a high status and a wide network of contacts, so many people who respected him came to see what was going on.
Su Yuhe had the room to herself for a few hours that day, but later, knowing that the other person was busy, she didn't go over again.
She is busy too. She is now Xue Chun's first assistant.
Every operation requires extreme attention.
Four or five days later, news came out that Zeng Xianjiu had unfortunately passed away.
His life can be called the soul of Peking Union Medical College. He had a far-sighted vision, planned disciplines and cultivated talents, and was "a beacon of the world's surgical community."
He was 71 years old.
There was an endless stream of people coming to mourn, and Su Yuhe, Zhao Xiyuan, Zhou Jiaming and others made an appointment to go together.
There are only a few people in their class this time, and the others are Zeng Xianjiu's former students and colleagues.
Zeng Xianjiu's body was pushed out, and the people who came took turns to perform the farewell ceremony.
After leaving, Su Yuhe, Zhao Xiyuan and the others looked heavy-faced and were very taciturn. They just found a restaurant and had a bowl of noodles.
Su Yuhe couldn't eat, so Zhao Xiyuan stuffed a big mouthful of noodles and swallowed it with a tasteless taste.
Zhou Jiaming and Xia Hongju looked at each other. They wanted to say something, but in the end they didn't open their mouths.
The relationship between Zhou Jiaming, Xia Hongju and Zeng Xianjiu is not as strong as that between Su Yuhe and Zhao Xiyuan.
As for Zhou Jiaming and Xia Hongju, they had little contact with Zeng Xianjiu. They were just his class teachers for more than two years.
But for Su Yuhe and Zhao Xiyuan, Zeng Xianjiu was very kind to them.
After separation, Su Yuhe returned home.
Baosheng was at home and saw Su Yuhe running out excitedly: "Mom."
Su Yuhe pursed her lips and raised her hand to touch Baosheng's head.
The child was very sensitive and he quickly noticed that Su Yuhe was unhappy. He stopped smiling and went to hold Su Yuhe's hand: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
In a short while, the two of them had already entered the house.
The old lady was in the main room. Su Yuhe greeted her and went into her room.
Baosheng followed in and stayed close to Su Yuhe.
Su Yuhe didn't even have the mood to change her clothes. She just lay down on the bed with the clothes she brought back from outside on.
She patted Baosheng and said, "Mom's teacher is gone. I feel a little uncomfortable and want to sleep for a while. You can go out and play by yourself for a while, or go find a neighbor."
Baosheng didn't quite understand what "left" meant.
His teacher would also leave after class, but I’ve never seen anyone so sad.
Is it that my mother’s teacher is different?
Baosheng had a lot of thoughts in his little head, but he didn't ask and bother Su Yuhe. He nodded with his handsome little head, went out and closed the door for Su Yuhe.
Su Yuhe felt very uncomfortable when she thought that she would never see Zeng Xian again. She felt weak all over and couldn't muster any strength.
She thought of Shi Kangyuan again.
Shi Kangyuan is also old and has taught Su Yuhe so much. In Su Yuhe's heart, his weight is no less than Zeng Xianjiu's.
Now I don’t see Shi Kangyuan once a year, and one day we might be separated forever.
The more Su Yuhe thought about it, the more dizzy she became. In the end, she didn't know whether she fell asleep or passed out.
In short, when Su Yuhe woke up again, the room was dark.
Su Yuhe took out her watch, squinted her eyes and looked at it for a while before she realized that it was already past six o'clock in the evening.
Normally, it was just past dinner time at home, but no one came to call her.
I guess he also sympathized with Su Yuhe.
Su Yuhe walked out and heard Baosheng and Sun Chang playing.
The first person to notice that Su Yuhe had woken up was Ye Yunshu. She looked at Su Yuhe worriedly and said, "Are you feeling better now? Your grandmother said you came back a little after one. I checked on you a few times and you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up."
Everyone in the family knew that Su Yuhe attended Zeng Xianjiu's funeral.
Oh, Jiang Lin doesn’t know.
Ye Yunshu asked Su Yuhe: "Are you hungry? There are hot dishes in the pot. If you don't want to eat, I can make you some noodles."
Su Yuhe didn't eat much at noon, and she was so hungry that her stomach was sticking to her back, but she had no appetite.
She said, "I want to eat some small pancakes, wrapped in a bun and dipped in pickles."
Ye Yunshu nodded: "I'll go boil the noodles right away."
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